Turning 40

Yesterday was my baby brother's 40th birthday. A flood of memories rush through my mind every year on his birthday because his arrival into my world is one of my most memorable memories. I was four years old and although I don't recall wishing for a sibling I thought it might be cool to have someone to boss around. (Me? Bossy? whatever.) DMH II was not what I expected when I envisioned a baby brother. Scrawny, wrinkled and oh, my -- what a cry baby! Mama said I was extremely protective of the little one and constantly checked on him to make sure he didn't need anything. I called him yesterday to wish him a happy day. I asked him, "Did I ever tell you that you were the best Christmas present I ever got?" He replied, "No. But what choice did you have?" Love you, baby brother!